Chapter 184


    Chapter 184


    Ste had just recovered from her cough when, upon Yvonne’s offer, began choking on her breath


    again. Yvonne’s thoughts moved at an extremely quick pace, and she was unable to keep up. She saw


    the reaction on Ste’s face and knew that she was unable to ept it. She smiled and said, “Alright,


    alright. I was just joking!”


    Ste’s face flushed bright red. She instinctively wanted to say something, but nothing came to mind.


    She simply stood where she was, looking lost.


    Yvonne found her posture adorable and couldn’t help but reach out to pinch her cheeks. “Why are you


    so easy to bully?”


    She sighed. “It’s precisely because you’re easy to bully that that man Weston can have his way with


    you…”


    All along, she had been trying to find ways to help Ste, but her ideas had always been trampled by


    her family members when she shared her thoughts with them.


    Weston was simply too powerful, and there was hardly any way she could interfere. Lucas and the rest


    had many ongoing coborations with Weston. A tiny movement from her was all it would take to


    trigger huge consequences.


    Yvonne’s initial recklessness tapered off upon hearing their thorough analysis of the situation. What


    was left was a deep sense of helplessness of being unable to help Ste as much as she wanted.


    Seeing the guilt on Yvonne’s face, Ste smiledfortingly at her.


    Yvonne looked at her for a moment before saying, “Oh yes, do you have anything on tonight?” Ste


    hesitated to answer as she recalled Weston saying he would be fetching her from work today.


    Yvonne held her arm. “I’ll bring you out, alright? You’re either cooped up at home or at work all day, and


    it’s making you soft. It’s better if you go out there and meet new people.” Ste’s eyes lit up slightly


    before saying, “Sure.” If she wanted to consider entering showbiz, it was imperative that she interacted


    with all sorts of people.


    Weston’s reluctance for her to enter the industry was most likely him being afraid that she would one


    day be independent and no longer yield to his control. She thought long and hard about it the


    entire day today and surmised that the only way she could escape from Weston’s clutches was to climb


    up thedder. For ordinary people like her, entering the entertainment industry seemed to be a shortcut


    to achieving that.


    Yvonne did not expect Ste to agree so readily. Her eyes lit up with excitement, “I’ll call my friend right


    away to arrange something for tonight. I’ll bring you the best entertainment spot


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    in Fern City. What do you think?”


    Ste nodded. There were many well-known entertainment hideouts in Fern City. Men, for instance,


    loved going to Lowe Garden both for business and pleasure. There were many avenues for pleasure,


    and beauties abounded in such ces. It was why that ce was given the moniker the “mini


    entertainment circle.” Young people had their favorite hideouts too. Aside from artistic-sounding


    establishments which were in fact great ces for flirtatious pursuits, The Dog House was probably the


    most popr nightclub around.


    The identity of the owner of The Dog House was shrouded in mystery, and most people only knew that


    he invested money into the club at the beginning. Thus, the nightclub categorized its customers


    ording to their consumption level. Be it the typical wage earner or a rich heir, this was a ce


    favored by many as an abode of rxation and enjoyment.


    Popr bands of the day frequently yed on the main stage, and sometimes, even well known


    celebrities were invited to put on a performance. There was also a dance floor right by the side which


    everyone could join in.


    There were no rules and restrictions like the ones everyone had to face during the day. All they had to


    do was let their hair down and enjoy the night. Ste had never been to a ce like that before. Her


    parents were university professors and had brought her up in a conservative and traditional family


    culture.


    The moment she entered the doors of the ce, loud music boomed from the speakers. Her pace


    degraded as she began to hesitate.


    Yvonne noticed that she had slowed to a stop and nudged her gently. “What’s the matter? Do you feel


    unwell?”